Do you remember that we were in the process of looking for a home? We found a beautiful two story colonial in April after having already visited two adequate homes that evening.
When we pulled up to the house for the first showing, I gasped. It was even better than in the picture. The picture to which Brad responded, “Meh” with a shrug when I first showed him.
We climbed the front steps not really listening to the realtor tell us that there could possibly be a dog at the house, named Floyd. When we walked in the house I thought, “This is it. This is our house… but there has to be something wrong with it.” Brad was thinking almost the same thing. We immediately liked the sellers based on their apparent tastes.
We left, almost reluctantly, and visited the last house on our tour (the one that was actually our realtor’s listing). The moment we pulled up to that last house I shook my head and contemplated telling Brad that we should just forget it… We didn’t. But we should have. It was most assuredly not our house.
That night we talked to our parents. We asked my in-laws to clear an evening on their calendar soon and come look at this place. We wanted different eyes on the house, ones that would find what had to be wrong with it. The house was just too perfect.